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MARCH TDM + SETTING UPDATES


BEARING FRUIT (NEW CHARACTERS ONLY)
It starts out as a pleasant dream. You’re in your favorite place, with your favorite people. It’s a moment of idyllic comfort.
And then, it goes wrong. The sky turns dark above, and as you look up, you see the black expanse of space spotted with faraway pinprick lights of stars. Yet, they’re not stars. You’re certain. They’re watching you. A billion eyes all looking down, and they spill forth as if sky itself was a dam holding back those dark waters. You reach back to the people you’re with, but they’re frozen in place. Their eyes are black, reflecting only the expanse of dark eyes.

So you run, even though you know you won’t escape it. You glance back and see it not overtaking, but consuming. The landscape around you is being devoured, and you can see it cracking apart. The world itself is breaking, and it cracks under your feet. You fall, and the billion eyes chase after you until the darkness swallows you whole. There’s agony as if you’re being ripped apart, and then—

You cannot see. You cannot feel. You simply are. Yet even so, impossibly, a woman’s voice speaks gently.

I’m sorry it couldn’t be saved. But, come, it’s time to wake.
You wake with a start, cradled by soft, velvety plants, and sticky with a sap that smells faintly of honey and iron. You can see the veins of the leaves that hold you, lit warmly and gently by what looks like a crystal embedded above you. Yet, it’s odd, because that crystal calls to you. When you reach out to touch it, it’s warm. Familiar. Important. You don’t know why, but you know you must hold onto this, because now it feels wrong for it to be suspended in these leaves. So, you pull it out.

The light starts to fade, but only in time to see as the leaves cradling you immediately start to soften and crumble, and with it comes a torrent of dirt. Soft, loamy soil starts to fill the space around you in the dark as you’re buried. Or, rather, you already were. You reach out through the dirt desperately, and your hands finds a root, so you pull while you clutch that precious crystal so close that it almost feels like it sinks into you (in your panic, you don’t notice that it does). You reach out again, and this time, your hand hits open air and plenty of sturdy roots around to grab.

From a seed you’re born, and like a sprout, you make your way out of the ground.

And once you’ve clawed your way out of the soft earth and the roots, nearby, you see the soil shift. Another hand comes up to grasp desperately for something, anything, just as you had been.


TWO CITIES, ALIKE IN DIGNITY
With the new Shard-Bearers present or en route, it is Kathova and Cetina that approach the established ones, requesting that they form mentorships with the new souls to assist them with the integration process. To this end, they have both provided a centralized zone in both Highstorm and Springstar for a small, casual meet-and-greet to be held before the new Shard-Bearers are unleashed upon Kenos as a whole.

Additionally, as Springstar and Highstorm are holding their events on different days, it is possible for the knowledge-hungry to participate in both informational sessions -- the tones and opinions held by both cities are doubtless to differ, and some Shard-Bearers who have chosen to harmonize with either faction may even find their way to the opposing faction's session as well.

SPRINGSTAR, αιώνιος ήλιος

In Springstar, the seat of the Tribune becomes available for such a forum. While a section of the building itself has been reserved for the meeting between fresh faces and experienced Shard-Bearers alike, the hustle and bustle of Heliopolis continues around them -- acolytes still gather their robes and tomes, hurrying from their quarters to lessons. A score of young militants march in step across the yard to the training grounds.

Tables draped in white-and-gold-trimmed fabrics fare filled with fare typical to Springstar's warmer climate -- fruits and wines, savory smoked meats and roasted vegetables, a series of meze platters and souvlaki skewers have been lain out to encourage forum participants to snack as they speak. The atmosphere is light, ambient with informality and friendliness, though topics will inevitably stray towards philosophic, Springstar's meeting grounds are decorated with handsome chaise lounges and slouching klismos chairs in small, intimate groupings.

However, those who have attended the forum in the past or simply have a sharp eye may notice: food doesn’t flow as freely in a feast-like setting as before. It’s more subdued in presentation and portion because as you may hear, the Blight (see below) is an affliction that’s been affecting the food stores of Springstar and Highstorm both. The Meri are nervous about this and blame it on the Zenites since they had won the Oracle on the Scorching Isles (January's event) and with it, punished the Meridian, even if unintentionally. As such, those who are notable Zenites or who wear their allegiance openly may not be treated as kindly. The military also seems to be more present at the forum. These two things are related, as it turns out, because only a few days after the new Shard-Bearers arrive, an invasion will begin.

HIGHSTORM, луны-близнецы

Eternally in opposition, Highstorm provides the Manor's courtyard as the setting for their informational meeting. Formality is of utmost importance here, with attending Zenith loyalists and residents dressed in beautiful, albeit austere attire -- they are, after all, standing before Lady Yima's home. A buffet-style luncheon is spread alongside one of the largest reflecting pools, wherein you may gaze and find your memories revealed in retrospect upon the water's surface.

There are few places to be seated in the Manor's courtyard, resulting in a milling of bodies as they flow and ebb between smaller gatherings, clustering in small-to-large groups with small platters and shimmering flutes of drink held in their hands.

The mood of Highstorm is subdued as always, but still seems to be pleasant and joyous thanks to claiming the Oracle in the Scorching Isles. The Blight may be affecting the city and causing plants and the like to die, but there’s admittedly not much of it to be seen with Highstorm’s harsh winters. Maybe they’re not hit as badly as Springstar, or maybe they just haven’t noticed yet. Only time will tell. But regardless, notable Meri or those that wear their allegiance more openly will be treated politely, but perhaps with a little condescension. Highstorm is one step closer to winning than Springstar, after all.


para bellum (the occupation of alenroux)
A few days after new Shard-Bearers arrive, the word spreads quickly as the campaign begins: Meridian is invading Alenroux.

To those who have Harmonized with Meridian, they’ll be contacted by Cyrus through Communion 48 hours before the invasion begins. As he explains, Springstar is a city that depends on Alenroux far more than Highstorm (because of its much larger population), and with Alenroux currently under Zenite control, it’s imperative that they make sure that Zenith isn’t able to cut off access and cause a famine for Springstar. Zenith won’t be denied access to Alenroux or its bounty either, he makes that clear. This is just a matter of being proactive in their defense to protect their people. For the Meridian, their goals in supporting this effort are clear:

  • Create secure outposts. Well-built, defensible outposts are needed, so anyone who can assist with building efforts, and quickly are appreciated.
  • Defend the outposts and the Meri soldiers at large. Alenroux is still dangerous because of the monsters, and soldiers will be staying overnight. Fighting off monsters is something that will also eventually make Alenroux inhabitable.
  • Prevent Zenith interference. Highstorm surely won’t be happy about this, so make sure that the soldiers and the outposts are protected from Zenites just as much as from the monsters that roam the lands.
And indeed, the invasion and occupation does come as a surprise to Highstorm. While they had noted the increased training of Springstar’s military, it was assumed to be in preparation for the intensified tensions of losing the first Oracle, not something as bold as an open act of war like this.

It takes some time for Yima to learn more about the events herself, but Zenith will also be contacted through Communion. With the air of a disappointed mother, she’ll explain that Meridian’s choice is regrettable since she thought they would be better than this. Yima explains that there’s no need to turn Alenroux into an open warzone and cut off both cities from their breadbasket. Instead, she lays out the following direction to gently break Meridian’s spirit first before turning to open hostilities:

  • Collect information. Where are the outposts, how many soldiers are assigned to them, and what are their general movements. Scouting and spying will be valuable. Learning more about the Meri Shard-Bearers’ capabilities while they’re fighting creatures rather than Zenites is also useful.
  • Create dissent. The people that work and visit Alenroux regularly have mixed feelings about the occupation unless they’re Meridian loyalists. Making the campaign unpopular with the people can push Meridian back without needing to raise a finger.
  • Sabotage. But don’t get caught doing it, at least for now. Whether breaking defenses or leading more powerful monsters to the encampments, it’s best to break morale before needing to fight back openly.
If you’re unharmonized when all of this begins, then you’ll be finding out about it with the general populace. However, it’s a good opportunity to learn what a faction is about in a more hands-on way. Though you may not be privy to their private, factional discussions, both sides will still welcome the help of those still yet to decide.


SETTING UPDATES
In both locations, information passes between all in a forum, spread and disseminated among the masses - it's a good opportunity for city residents, faction loyalists and interested new parties to share and share alike. Once the meet-and-greet has concluded, twin missives from both faction leads are read out -- invitations for all present to explore the cities to their heart's content, and warnings about stumbling ill-prepared ( or at all ) into the Below, or worse yet, the Beyond. As Shard-Bearers new and old take in their cities, they'll all see it change throughout the month...

OOC, these are all updates to the setting at large that players both new and old are free to interact with as little or as much as they wish! Feel free to use them as prompts on this post, in your characters on-going lives and arcs, or just let them go "that's none of my business" and ignore it. The world of Kenos is shaped by our playerbase, and these are some of the wider reaching effects of various player plots and actions.

THE BLIGHT

During the events of the Scorching Isles, Shard-Bearers encountered an affliction upon the island and unintentionally brought it back to Highstorm and Springstar with them. Known simply as “the Blight,” this condition steals time from the things it infects. It most frequently infects inanimate objects and will cause them to rot or degrade rapidly (such as a piece of metal rusting within hours) but is able to infect living things as well. Most notably, the Blight is infecting plants and animals in the two cities. Plants both decorative and necessary will wither and die, and small animals grow sick and die seemingly of old age. This has been seen in small amounts throughout the past month OOC but is greatly increased in frequency in March and beyond.
FURTHER DETAILS
  • Within the NPC populace, there’s a low-grade fear of the Blight intensifying and being able to infect larger animals/the people. There’s no evidence of this yet, but Shard-Bearers that were on the Scorching Isles will know this is possible.
  • Some characters will be aware that the rare, blue flowers that grow in the barren portions of World’s End (February’s event location) seem to reduce the effects of the detrimental effects of the Oracle and the Blight. Because of some drops of characters that knew this information, you can assume that characters are able to learn this information if they’re interested enough to dig into it.
  • Dr. Julia Melnik of Springstar is openly researching cures for the Blight and will recruit anyone interested to be research assistants to test formulations of cures on afflicted plants/creatures. You can handwave these interactions and use them for prompt(s), if you’d like!
  • Finally, if curing the Blight is something your character would specifically be interested in, please note it in your Character Survey so that the Loremasters will be able to help you pursue this organically.

THE OCCUPATION OF ALENROUX

As mentioned above, Meridian has launched a surprise invasion and occupation of Alenroux. Because Meridian was able to successfully keep their efforts a secret throughout the months (!) they’ve been planning this, Zenith will not be able to repel their advances… Immediately, at least. After roughly a week OOC from this log’s posting, the Meridian outposts in Alenroux will be stable and will change the island in the following ways:
FURTHER DETAILS
  • Outposts have been established in well-chosen, defensible locations throughout the island of Alenroux. They’re clustered more heavily closer to the Cornerstone and are non-existent in the more dangerous Northern portion of the island where little farming is done anyways.
  • Meridian soldiers will be always staying in the camps and outposts. For now, they’re a more supervisory force that are protecting the farmlands of Alenroux. During the day cycle, the military will respond with hostility to anyone that threatens the farms. If your character would antagonize or outright fight Meridian military, please contact a Loremaster, since this will have repercussions! Otherwise, the soldiers will assist workers and visitors to Alenroux in a professional manner.
  • During the night cycle, the military will defend their outposts from monsters and make occasional offensive excursions to reduce the threat of monsters. The secondary goal of the Meridian military is also to make Alenroux a place that people can live, though this is a longer term effort.
  • Meridian Shard-Bearers will be strongly encouraged to assist with the effort. “Assist” is purposefully defined broadly so that characters can help in whatever way suits them. Scouting, building, monster killing, or just morale improving are all valid ways that will gain favor with their faction and may lead to further opportunity. For now, abstaining will not have consequences, but may in the future.
  • Zenith Shard-Bearers will be treated with suspicion in Alenroux and are not allowed to approach any of the Meridian outposts, or at least not without triggering a fight. The military will not outright attack Zenites (unless provoked) and essentially encouraged to move along. However, they may wish to gather information about the outposts and Meridian forces to attempt to push back against the occupation.
  • Unharmonized Shard-Bearers are not treated with hostility, but similar to Zeniths will not be allowed to enter any of the encampments.
  • If your character has an interest in continuing or stopping the occupation, please note it in your Character Survey so that Loremasters will be able to help you pursue this organically.
If Zenith would like to repel these advances, this is a response that will be purely in player hands (but will be assisted by Zenite NPCs, of course!). If they want to reclaim Alenroux, they can, or they can simply let Meridian continue. It’s up to you! This is something that Zenite players should discuss both IC and OOC, and if this plot develops further, Loremasters will help facilitate the ongoing conflict as a part of our changing game environment.

SMALLER CHANGES

HIGHSTORM: GREENWOOD YARDS Considering the affliction that threatens the well-being of flora and small fauna alike, the greenhouses are far more discerning with those who are permitted inside its gates, afraid of the contagion affecting the precious, invaluable greenery of long-dead worlds. After the occupation of Alenroux, Meridian will be outright turned away, and while Zenith possesses no formal military or police, the greenskeepers appear to be prepared to defend their property with physical force should it come to that. Unharmonized are still allowed inside. The rest of the Yard beyond the greenhouses are still open to all factions.

And though it may seem an odd place for such a gathering, the indoor bathhouse at the far end of the Yards appears to be gaining popularity for mysterious reasons; if asked, none of the locals will explain the abrupt uptick in visitation. But should you investigate yourself, the reason why becomes apparent through experience: the tea served by the attendants here has changed properties. Should you be a Zenite, you will be served a cup that decreases your body's natural need for food and drink for 24 hours - an effort to test a concoction to relieve the need to deplete resources and lessen the city's reliance on Alenroux. Should you be a Meridian, the tea you're served will increase your appetite a considerable degree even if you normally do not require sustenance, and you will find yourself unfulfilled even if you are unwise and eat yourself to the point of illness; this lasts for 24 hours. The Unharmonized will find the tea might make them vaguely woozy, and either cause mild increase or decrease in appetite.
KOWLOON: DRAUMAHOL (cw: drugs)
    Those that frequent Kowloon may have heard about the sudden disappearance of the former owner and operator of the drug den Draumahol, though it was only really noted because of the business being closed for a few days. Practically unheard of, since the desperate of Highstorm and Springstar come to Draumahol for their various fixes that are a little more taboo on the surface. But, never fear. After a brief closure, Draumahol reopens.

    While it may not be obvious early in the month, it'll be increasingly so that Draumahol is under new management. Those that frequent the business enough will be able to figure out that the new owner is Silco (or, if you personally know him, it's fairly obvious). If you would like to plot anything regarding Draumahol, we encourage reaching out to Silco's player, Jill!
SPRINGSTAR: THE CHURCH After the loss of the first Oracle, the Church of Heliopolis has been busy tending to its flock as the numbers coming to seek comfort swell. The gatherings aren't formal "services" so much as they're chances for people to come together and inspire each other with their homes and dreams of home. One formal process that does stick out though is that with each "service" one member will tap into the world shown in their sunbeam and open their minds to Communion. Anyone that wishes to can also experience this member's home, see their friends, loved ones, and the sights. It's a intimate bonding activity, but seems to be very cathartic for those that partake.

Additionally, those that come by the Church frequently enough to be known faces at the "services" may also be approached by priests and priestesses and invited to join in smaller ceremonies. Always taking place during Springstar's dawn or dusk, these ceremonies have a markedly different vibe and are lead by Hieropoios Natalia herself. Attending these ceremonies is an exclusive honor that will reduce attendees' Discord and has a subtly addictive quality that will encourage them to return. Hm!
OOC NOTES
  • Welcome to Kenos! As a reminder, all new players need an invite to apply to the game, which are now open.
  • This log is Game Canon. Any characters who are not apped to the game will disappear. If Cyrus or Yima are asked, they’ll explain that this sometimes happens since not every soul has a strong tether to Kenos and sometimes return to the Timestream. They may return to Kenos one day, but for now, weren’t able to make the full journey.
  • As a note primarily for current players, closed toplevels/prompts are not allowed in this log. If you would like to interact with the setting changes in a way that isn't open to all characters (new and old), we ask that you instead make a log in [community profile] kenoslogs.
  • As a general reminder, any new characters that choose Zenith will receive a bonus 2 AC token reward, which is a purely OOC incentive. Our factions are a bit imbalanced at the moment, so we'd appreciate more Zenites!

  • FOR NEW PLAYERS:

  • When characters emerge from their cocoon/the ground, they may be wearing their normal clothes or nude. Up to you!
  • At some point in the days after leaving the Tree of Life, new Shard-Bearers will have a dream, even if they're usually not capable of sleeping. All new players should read this post since this details how they'll learn about both factions and their goals and should help them make a decision about which Faction they'd be drawn to.
  • As a reminder, your character has a Shard somewhere on their body that encompasses their soul, so keep note of where you're sticking it on their person for reference! Additionally, they have a tattoo of their Aspect somewhere on their body. Please be mindful this Aspect will be assigned to you upon approval and whatever you choose for the TDM may be temporary (for new characters)!
  • For the Highstorm and Springstar prompts, both cities will be fully open and accessible to all characters once they are freed from their rather harrowing ordeal at the Tree of Life. For prompt ideas and any general information about the cities and what you can find there, please see the Navigation page and check out the locations!
  • New characters will not have access to any canon abilities on the TDM until they Harmonize, AKA make a choice of which faction they choose to support. For some characters, this may be an easy decision, but it make take others time. We just ask you keep this in mind!

  • CODING
    zauneyete: (So...that was funny right?)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2023-03-18 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Something about living underground certainly prevents him from getting a good tan, imagine that.

    But, with the offer to show him, he lifted his lip in a half-smile, and then his eyes wheeled to the first serving person that comes by, and he said something in his ear. The guy shot off, and Silco turned, to give Dark that same over-confident smile.
    ]

    Just a moment.

    [ He said, and waited for the guy to return, a few puffs of his cigar, before the man came over, bringing.

    An open bottle of wine, and one of whiskey. Silco slid the wine bottle over to Dark, and tipped his own bottle.
    ]

    Just get rid of the glass entirely.
    Edited (ugh i hate it when i repeat my icons!!) 2023-03-18 17:55 (UTC)
    vallt: (110)

    [personal profile] vallt 2023-03-18 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
    [she can admire a direct, no nonsense approach. the stranger simply turns on his heel and begins to walk, no real argument raised, and jyn follows. he keeps a brisk pace, too, and manages to clear people out of the way; not that she'd particularly care one way or another about bumping into someone on a normal basis (frankly, who linger around like that deserve it), but they'd just slow her down on the way to new and undiscovered food.

    and that, right now, is the priority.

    the table full of vegetables and meats can't come quickly enough, and they do, in fact, smell delicious. he checks off all of jyn's immediate concerns, too, so she doesn't hesitate before reaching for the platter with her bare hands, grabbing a slice of meat and a couple of pieces of unknown vegetables, and shoving them into her mouth all at once.

    after swallowing a couple of bites down, she says, with her mouth still half-full, because her polite manners have also long left her:]


    Suppose we'll find out soon enough if the poison's actually there.
    zauneyete: (Like ants under my boot)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2023-03-18 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
    You mean other than the... [ A gesture of his hand. ] Constant sunlight? I did live underground for most of my life.

    [ He said, like that should settle it. For Silco, of course, there was plenty more to hate about Springstar, and a lot of that had to do with the type of people that were there. ]

    Beyond the constant sun, there's the nature of its people, and being a Zenite, there's little to draw me there on any given day. Their entertainment district is hardly that much more exciting than Highstorm's own bars, and we have a better market. Some may say that Heliopolis is beautiful, but I find it taxing, on the best of days.

    [ To be fair, if he's in Sprinstar, he's constantly looking over his shoulder and exhausting himself over making sure that his old foe isn't down the street.

    Or he's in Kowloon, which is technically beneath Springstar, but let's not get into that.
    ]
    vallt: (28)

    [personal profile] vallt 2023-03-18 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
    [another simple answer; maybe the word harmonize had bristled her from the outset, after she's heard it so many times, but the woman's simple approach keeps jyn from turning and walking away. this, at the very least, is much more tolerable than being treated to a neverending diatribe of pretty words that have no meaning at all.

    that goes a long way.]


    If you promised those, you'd be lying. [just a statement of fact, said in a tone of voice that's not actively annoyed, but doesn't exactly convey kindness herself. for all intents and purposes, jyn realizes, they're on the same page; in many ways, after all the fake niceties that have come at her, this is a comfort.

    her face relaxes a little, eyes staring plainly rather than narrowed. her next question is just as plain.]
    Why Meridian?
    vallt: (51)

    [personal profile] vallt 2023-03-18 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
    [in her life, she's had to pick up an entire odd assortment of skills along the way, but one, perhaps above all, has proven the most critical: an ability to discern the truth — or at least what someone believes to be the truth — from the complete bantha shit. so many lie and manipulate to coerce people into who knows what: empire, rebellion, and neither, all alike, and empty promises are easy to spot from a parsec away.

    from what she's able to see and hear from him, though, the openness and earnestness contained within, this man is telling her what he believes to be the truth.

    she can't be angry with him for that. no, she — feels sad for him, in some ways. this is a man who, for his faults, otherwise seems quite smart has found himself believing in something so stupid, so naive, this wholeheartedly. he'll only be hurt eventually.

    but why does she care? it's his own stupid fault for falling for it, comes a thought, one that doesn't stand much of a chance against the other that keeps sticking (she's rescued the souls of people close to others here, and sometimes the actual person comes back.).

    in the end, they all wash away.]


    No one looks after you, [she says, quietly, the derision from before completely faded from her voice. instead, it's quiet, with some of its edges rounded off into something that might be regarded as soft, given time. the hand gripping her plate is tight.] Even when they say they will. Especially not someone who claims to have that much power.

    [she looks him in the eye, then, chin tipped up.]

    Might be helpful to remember that.
    vallt: (76)

    [personal profile] vallt 2023-03-18 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
    [the man gives as good as he gets; his voice is just as hard, maybe harder than hers. good; pretending to be kind wouldn't be a good look on him. granted, pretending to take an interest in her isn't a good look, either, but she can work with this. she can stand her ground in this conversation and not lose it right out from under her feet.

    she can give him a scoff, a mirror of his almost exactly, in return, and she can visibly roll her eyes, just for good measure. that's easy. easy to keep focusing on this, on the impending challenge, rather than think about anything else for too long.]


    And what do you believe you're getting from me? [her voice is ice. she tilts her head, still keeping her unblinking gaze on him. the "come at me, bro" is all over her.] Let's hear it.
    vallt: (82)

    [personal profile] vallt 2023-03-18 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
    [she's trying, even as the doubts, never far, start to take up residence in the back of her mind, drifting dangerously close to the cave there. for the sake of the softness that she sees in cassian's eyes, and that smooths out some of the lines and hard edges of his face, she'll keep trying. after all, he's leaning on her; it wouldn't do him much good if she faltered right here.

    it helps when he holds onto her. his hands give her strength, somehow, and under both of them, she stands a little straighter, breathes a little easier. believes a little easier.]


    Okay.

    [what she gives him in return, his own word, is just as hushed, just as soft. a confirmation, an affirmation of everything that's been laid out here — of everything that'd been laid out in the hangar bay on yavin 4. she can't turn back now.

    and as much as part of her, more than a part of her, has a thought of wanting to stay right here, just like this, she knows that there's no good reason for them to; it's both impractical and stupid. so, swallowing down the last of the tightness in her her throat, she says, with a quirk of her brow:]


    I hate this party, but I guess there's more here we could use.
    eyeforaneye: (031;)

    [personal profile] eyeforaneye 2023-03-18 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ And just as suddenly as he turned, he stills.

    He's part of no welcoming committee. He shouldn't need to be. He handled his own arrival entirely on his own and competently, and others should do the same. And yet...

    Now he's turning back.
    ]

    About the hole you crawled out of specifically? No. [ After a pause he finally shrugs one shoulder and then the other, his black cloak removed to be held out to John. ]

    Cover yourself before you ask me better questions.
    zauneyete: (Strut)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2023-03-18 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
    Hm, which part?

    I can say with certainty that I believe my world is gone, yes. This is not the first world that I have been in where such a thing was proposed, and that world itself was soon swallowed up as well.

    Do I believe that there will be a utopia once we win? [ A scoff. ] No. But I don't care about that.

    I believe in the destruction that was offered, that's all.

    [ And oh, does he want to rend it, strip it piece by piece, and tear the rest of reality apart. That his own world was gone, and everyone in it except -- He spread his hands. ]

    Why would I bother trying to bring back a world that would just as soon find me destroyed?
    zauneyete: (Oh Lawd it's coming)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2023-03-18 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
    I wear many hats.

    [ He says, as if that justifies it. Is Silco actually a recruiter? Hell no. But, driving Diluc toward Meridian would count as good of a win as getting him to Zenith, since... in his mind, it would be better for Kaeya if the man was elsewhere, and not within Zenith's ranks.

    He spread his hands.
    ]

    I also don't just come in with a pitch out of nowhere, personally. I don't know about you, but starting off with a pitch and little conversation often seems to put people off as well. [ A sarcastic little scoff. ] I suppose there is no winning, is there?

    Very well, let me ask you then -- your world is gone, and you now reside here.

    What do you plan to do, with the ashes of your world?
    fishfearme: (gentle neutral)

    [personal profile] fishfearme 2023-03-18 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Byleth didn't blink at his companion all but falling upon the food like a starving animal, simply chomping on his skewer with an air of contentment. While the food wasn't was plentiful as the last forum, it was still very good... he'll need to stockpile some of these into his satchel.]

    If it's there, it's a slow-acting one at least.

    [He ripped the last of the meat off his skewer and left the empty stick on the side of the table, pausing to suck some of the lingering sauce and juices off his gloved fingers.]

    I've been consuming these for most of the hour now, which means they're likely safe. Therefore, it's time to stockpile some.

    [Steal some.]
    vallt: (114)

    [personal profile] vallt 2023-03-18 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
    [his comment gets a noncommittal hm from her as she chews. if someone were to poison people, that'd probably be the smarter way to go; too quick and it gets noticed. and if it takes her out, well — it's not as though she'd be experiencing a much different fate than the one she'd left behind.

    she's willing to take the chance; the food all tastes just as delicious as it smells.

    but, in any case — it's all likely safe, just as he says. she grabs more food, about to shovel in another mouthful, but then —

    it hits her. she turns to look at him, a smile forming on her face.]


    I'll cover you if you cover me.

    [she's careful not to let it stick around too long, that smile, careful not to let herself drift too far into the past, when she'd made plans just like this with some of the other partisans around her age, but it's visible. she darts her eyes between him and the table meaningfully.]

    If we're smart enough, they won't know the difference until well after we're gone.
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    [personal profile] bakedapple 2023-03-18 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Link meets the smile with his own. This does feel good, actually. It's familiar, in more ways than one, and he appreciates having found a capable opponent in Dimitri.

    He jogs back to the center, adjusts his hold on the shield in his left hand, and sets his gaze on Dimitri, determined to perform better this round — even if only marginally. This time, he wastes no time in trying to bait him, stepping into his weapon's striking range with his shield raised to protect him and keeping in mind the layout of this training field. If he can get him a bit to the right, and turned around... he'll be pinned back against the racks of weapons. That could be his chance.
    ]
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    [personal profile] diversionist 2023-03-18 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ slowly, he nods.

    she's right, of course. he came to this party for a purpose, and so did she. neither of them are the types to relax and enjoy themselves in settings like this, but that's not the point. he's been an intelligence operative for too long to not think about what information they could learn here. all the more if they separate, spread out, compare notes later. he hates the thought as soon as he has it, but the cold truth of it can't be denied. and this is where he operates, where he lives: cold truths and colder decisions.

    so he makes himself let go of her wrist, and then her hand, letting his arms fall to his sides. he blinks, as if remembering only now that anyone but jyn exists, casts a look about them to reorient himself. to see if anyone's obviously staring, which is a no. which means nothing. he breathes in, deep, and then out.

    and when he looks back to jyn, the spy's face has returned: easy charm about the mouth, poised to bright insincerities, and sharp scrutiny, like the world is a wound and he a scalpel, about the eyes. ]


    It's as safe in the courtyard as it is anywhere in Kenos. Safer, especially while the party's going on. We can meet back here in a couple of hours.
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    [personal profile] diversionist 2023-03-18 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ cassian shrugs.

    food usually seems an innocuous enough thing to comment on, in venues like this. not so interesting, but sometimes the other person will pick up the thread of conversation and offer something, eventually let something or other slip. does marc's answer reveal anything about himself? maybe. it's too early to tell.

    more importantly, there's the answer to his question. he nods acknowledgement, before considering his answer. the brightness to his clothes means marc looks fairly out of place in this crowd, the one he's implicitly suggesting may be more his scene, which raises the question of how awkward he might've been in springstar. ]


    I went, [ he says honestly, and shrugs. ] I don't think it was so different from this one. Both just to tell us how much better it is on their side of things.
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    [personal profile] hyperpotamous 2023-03-18 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ standing closer together, they make a ridiculous contrast — john is not a particularly remarkable person, and he's found some simple clothes suiting his tastes, although he prefers darker and cooler colours than his chosen faction's obsession with the sun. a completely underwhelming man if not for his eyes, which are too monstrous to be softened by his simple human face. ]

    Well. That is a little weird, isn't it?

    [ it's not exactly his area of expertise, but it beats building walls whichever way you turn it. he's also not about to be the guy that lets the other team end up with dragons or something because he passed up the opportunity. ]

    What the hell? It's a field trip.

    [ and he looks to the guards and gives them a thumbs up and a wave because he'll just be right back. he does not wait to see if anyone approves. ]
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    [personal profile] vestments 2023-03-18 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
    ( the bright, stark whiteness of marc's suit may not fit in with the overall theme of zenith, but the details do: the little crescent moon shaped cufflinks, and the moon shaped buttons on the waistcoat. when marc says that meridian wasn't his scene, he doesn't mean the sentiment or what it desires, he means its essence, everything that it's built on.

    there's a not-small part of him that thinks what they've been told is some degree of bullshit if — if — any of it's real at all, but there hadn't been a single moment where marc had considered turning down the cold, cool light of the moon in favour of the sun.

    he has a theme to keep up with. )


    I didn't mean the purpose. Or the politics. ( punctuated by a pause, then as if it explains anything at all— ) I've always been more of a night owl. This seemed more fitting.
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    [personal profile] diversionist 2023-03-18 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ cassian had said, not long after he'd arrived, i like to make decisions based on facts.

    so it grates on him, what both sides want him to take on faith. what both factions want him to believe. they ask if he thinks his galaxy is gone, or whether it can be saved, or whether it can be rebuilt, and what he thinks is that objective truth would serve him better as a basis for choosing. he thinks that both faction heads stand to benefit by attracting shard-bearers, and that they likely care little for the fates of shard-bearers. he thinks,

    that that's a baffling fucking answer, actually. his eyebrows draw together, forehead creasing, as he considers marc again. moons; night owl. ]


    You like Zenith better because of Highstorm's satellites?

    [ his eyes flick up to the moons, and he chastises himself even as he does. marc hadn't strictly said he preferred zenith, for one thing; and incredulously blurting out comments like that is not what one would call quality spycraft. ]
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    [personal profile] oomfies 2023-03-18 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ He keeps his pace and all she does is just.. Watch the back of his head as he plows ahead, takes note of just how muddied that poor suit of his is. It probably looked nice, once upon a time. Pretty and pristine — and then the dumber part of her brain wonders if you always have to look nice to try and seek audience with an Egyptian god? Any god, really. She keeps her gait the same way it was, because she's the only one who really knows the path to get out of here, into the open.

    He looks back to her, all in one decision deciding to wait since somewhere he realized that, too — and she returns his smile. It's something small and light, vaguely tired. He didn't have to add that, she wasn't going to ask him to explain upon that 'yes' (she can read a room, sometimes), but he does and it's kind of funny. She almost laughs, at that, but is stopped short when he asks her the same question.

    The surprise shows on her face — and Lottie doesn't think to school it. There's no reason for her to. She looks a little puzzled in the moments following, brows pinching together. When was the last time anyone asked her that? When was the last time she even talked about what she was doing before all this? About her life?

    (The answer is: no one has, no one does. Everyone is so in the now the past is something that's never thought about, and that's normal, right?) ]


    I just got back from my friend's bachelorette party. [ Even saying 'just got back' is strange. Makes her wonder how things would've turned out if nothing got destroyed. ] ..It was a shit show.

    [ 'Shit show' is said semi-fondly, now, because it was terrible for everybody involved, but at least it was normal. A situation that would become the least of her problems. She gives a little shrug, follows it up with: ]

    ..That was like, a year ago, though.
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    fuck i laughed

    [personal profile] vestments 2023-03-18 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
    ( to be fair to cassian, it is essentially what marc had said. contextually speaking, there's a lot missing — it's a lot easier to make decisions based on faith, based on something as comparatively nonsensical as the moon when it's something that's driven your actions and, crucially, sense of self in the past.

    faith isn't something marc would necessarily describe himself as having in spades — he'd had a difficult relationship with religion as a child, had struggled to contextualise his perception of events with the way that his father presented them and said they should be understood; he struggled to understand why and how their G-d could be so utterly indifferent. he'd struggled to understand why his father had presented perseverance as strength when it sat alongside what marc perceived to be inaction.

    and then he'd given it all up as soon as it seemed like he might die. he'd chosen a god to keep him tied to egypt when his father's god had taken them from there. and as for khonshu himself, well—

    it certainly wasn't faith that kept marc tied to him. worship? in a sense, yes. servitude, debt, all of those things and, simply, want.

    marc wouldn't say he has faith, but what he says and his own self-perception is frequently flawed.

    he looks startled by the momentary incredulity before following cassian's gaze up to the sky, to the moons. )


    —We're talking about the parties, right?
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    [personal profile] hyperpotamous 2023-03-18 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
    Much appreciated.

    [ it's not as if john enjoys this; he's just past caring. sparing everyone the nudity aside, he also feels more secure at once just in having the horrible-looking crystal in his chest covered up, which is a funny feeling to realise. ]

    Alright, let's try again, shall we? What do you know?

    [ it's a very open-ended question, but he figures whatever he gets will be more useful than nothing, which is what he knows at the moment. ]
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    lmaoooo i'm so glad

    [personal profile] diversionist 2023-03-18 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ if cassian had ever been raised on faith, then those memories have been lost to him as surely as much of his early life. the andors didn't raise him on any particular religion, nor did ferrix expose him to anything that resonated with him. cassian has always been grounded in the practical, in the things he can see and touch and feel. the empire's oppression has been one of the most real, most pervasive forces in his life since he was a teenager. that is something he would call a real thing: inescapable. joining the rebellion was, in the end, only natural. if he's ever had faith in anything, it was in the justice of that cause, despite everything it had required of him.

    (that cause, and one thing more: a woman circulating elsewhere at this same gathering, ferocity burning in her eyes.)

    but he's balked, so far, at the idea of giving his loyalty to either faction here. this is not so clear-cut as choosing to side with a corrupt government, or against it. he'd been honest (mostly) when he said both looked the same to him.

    marc's response reminds him, though, how much he's shown his hand. hadn't marc said he preferred this party over the last, nothing to do with purpose or politics? for cassian, these things are inextricably intertwined. a believer to the last, and beyond.

    he makes himself laugh. ]


    Sorry. [ the sound is self-conscious. he looks back to marc, shaking his head. ] Everyone saying Harmonize this, Harmonize that, [ he spreads his hands in a helpless gesture, brief. ] it's easy to forget that the parties are just parties.

    [ rather than commitments. ]
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    [personal profile] vallt 2023-03-18 11:25 pm (UTC)(link)
    [everything in her wants to protest. they've only just found each other again, and — what if that's it? what if it turns out that he fades away right before her eyes, or if, worse, he'd never even been here at all, and she'd somehow hallucinated all of this? she knows he's real and alive when he's standing here, when she can hear him and feel him, and —

    she's being stupid, she thinks as she nods her agreement, as she lets her hands fall back down by her sides. because he's right; it's much more efficient if they split up, since they can cover twice the ground in the same amount of time. this is as tactically sound of a plan as any.

    one that the spy, returned in an instant, casting softness parsecs into the distance, is all too ready to carry out. she should follow suit.]


    Don't have too much fun.

    [and so her mask returns, too — in the form of a shrug, in flippant indifference.]
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    🎀

    [personal profile] diversionist 2023-03-18 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ the spy's face he might wear, but as he looks at jyn,

    there's a smile that tugs at his mouth that's all too real. too fond, and therefore too vulnerable, to be a spark of charm. he leans down close enough for strands of his hair to brush against hers as he promises, ]


    I won't.

    [ and then he straightens, and then he turns, and with a final parting glance, strides back into the crowd. ]
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    [personal profile] vallt 2023-03-19 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
    [what she's about to have to force herself into, with real purpose this time, is horrible; reconnaissance has never been her strength in any form — and especially not when it involves enduring boring people and equally boring conversations that make her want to tear her own skin off. but she's trying, so she takes in a deep breath and begins to mentally steel herself for the next couple of hours to come.

    but her breath catches as cassian sends one last look her way — one that's all him — and for an isolated moment, things don't seem so horrible. a smile can't help but tug on her own mouth to reflect his, and after he turns away, she finds herself leaning into the space he'd left behind, as if tugged there by gravity.

    though it eventually fades as reality sets back in, of course, the smile lingers longer than it reasonably should.]